Tossing the pile of white gold curls over her shoulders, she glared at him, watching that familiar cocky smile trace his lips. She jerked her hand again, but it was to no avail she was being held tight.
Growling low in her throat Kim whispered “Let me go Luke.”
“Not on your life,” he pulled her a little closer, his hot breath, holding a scent of mint and liquor, licking against her lips as her spoke, “sis.”
She shuddered, feeling that word course it’s way down her spine. Kim detested when he called her sister, or any form of the word. In her mind they weren’t even blood kin, she couldn’t be related to this looser. Another growl tore across her tongue.
“I’ll scream.”
“I kind of figured that out, Kimmy. I got only the best in mind for my little sister.” His free hand brushed against her shoulder, down over the swell of her breast.
Gasping she tossed herself away from him, her arm jerking her roughly back. His grip was like a vise, “don’t touch me!”
“Too late, sis.”
Before she could growl or scream he tossed her on his bed, the springs squeaking a little as she landed, then bounced. Opening her mouth she let out a breathless gasp, and he slipped something hard past her lips, grabbing a handful of her locks, pulling her head sharply back making her eyes water. He wrapped the cord that would have kept her robe closed around her head, blindfolding her as well as securing the makeshift gag.
Kim whimpered.
“You see sis,” she heard him lick his lips, he made a subtle slurping sound, then felt his weight on her back, his mouth just inches from her ear, wrenching another whimper from the back of her throat, “I just wanted to see what that little scholarly ass of yours has to offer the world. And maybe then I wont tell mom and dad you’re failing your course in theology…Hmm where should we start,” his fingers dipped under her robe, she felt the coolness of his skin against hers, petting up and down her inner thigh, “Here little sister, should I start here?”
She jerked her body again, only causing him to grunt as her weight shifted him slightly from his place. As a result he let his hand slip up her thigh a little higher, his fingers toying with her shaved slit.
Shuddering she felt a familiar heat rise in her body. This brought a blush radiating across her cheeks, she could feel that warmth drift down over the tops of her breasts, and toy with her nipples, pushing them to semi erection. All she could do was stand there, bent over his bed, her body willing him on, her mind screaming for him to stop.
Luke let his fingers slip between her lips, his finger flicking gently across her little clit, drawing a muffled groan out. Coaxing that pearl of hers his other fingers dipped into her pussy, feeling her wetness. Smiling absently he bent forward, his crotch riding against her left thigh.
